I remember her face. Eyes bruised, face pale. She always
replied the same. “Just knocked in to a door, son. Don’t worry, it’ll fade”
She used to say that often as I can remember, and I believed
it that time. Of course I was a small boy then. I didn’t realize what was
happening. I never realized that ‘He’ was responsible for that. And I admired
him because he always looked smart. I once thought that I was going to be like him one day for ‘He’ was my hero.
Just today I became just like him, the man I thought my
hero, a man who was responsible for what ‘she’ went through all that time.
But, now I am looking at a different woman. It is my Wife, Bearing
the same bruise on her face. But this time, it was not ‘him’ who was responsible;
it was I who inflicted on her this terrible pain, all because I was angry over
a small matter.
And I heard her telling our son “Just knocked in to a door,
son. Don’t worry, it’ll fade”
Now I understand what ‘she’ said all those years ago, the
words ‘I just knocked on to a door’ really means.







